With an ordinary family background and ordinary looks, what else could I do besides relying on studying hard to change my fate? But every time my other roommates saw me studying, they always mocked me.
"Oh, the nerd is studying again. Can you leave us a way out?"
"She has to rely on scholarships to live, unlike us."
Maybe it was because I'd been isolated for too long that I desperately sought that bit of ridiculous friendship.
But in the end, it was because of that that I met my demise.
Maybe it was all wrong from the beginning.
I remained silent and when the person in charge of roll call asked where Millie was, I said nothing.
The next day, Millie ran back to the dorm crying.
After class, as soon as I opened the door, Millie rushed towards me like a mountain.
"What should I do, Cora? My darling said I'm not fat enough and haven't reached his standards."
The tear marks on her face looked somewhat terrifying due to the mottled foundation. I dodged her hand and took a few steps back.
Every part of Millie's body is fat except for her eyes.
What disgusting fetish does her boyfriend have?
"How about you eat more?" I asked tentatively, but she hesitated.